I love him so much
It hurts me inside...

My love,
My lover...

I have this need you see,
A need which I have hidden...

I'm cut of from my feelings,
I can't quite make it real...

She has softest hair, of shimmering black
Skin pale as chalk, and eyes green as the grass...

I want to cut into you,
Make you entirely mine...

I'm sick of living,
I'm sick of lies...

I'm sick of the way they treat me,
The way they think I'm their slave...

Softly falling,
softly crying...

I'm sort of dieing,
Sort of losing my mind...

Sort of angry,
Sort of mad...

On the outside looking in,
It never really matters...